Monday, March 02, 2009
As a result of a horrendous scheduling problem lasting the entire length of my life until yesterday, I always seem to have something to do other than watch Satyajit Ray's Apu Trilogy. This, considering Kurosawa said 'Not to have seen the cinema of Ray means existing in the world without seeing the sun and the moon', was a pretty serious oversight. Anyway, Kurosawa's right. I am two thirds of the way through and utterly stricken by Ray's ability to sanctify life in its most banal aspects. I was going to make some snide comparison between Ray's India and that of Danny Boyle in Slumdog Millionaire. But then Boyle was all over the news taking his Oscar back to his home town which is... Radcliffe! I come from about a mile north of Radcliffe (near Ainsworth). Much of my early reading matter came from Radcliffe Public Library and I watched Radcliffe play cricket when the Central Lancashire League allowed one professional per team and, as a result, included Gary Sobers, Wes Hall, Frank Worrell and Charlie Griffith. (I remember the latter splitting the head of our opener, Ken Settle, with his first ball, a savage bouncer. There was a splash of blood and Ken went down with sickening finality. But he was okay, he was from Radcliffe where blows to the head with hard objects travelling unfeasibly quickly are a daily event. (If this memory has been distorted, please don't tell me.)) All of which is to say two things - Danny's okay and, if you haven't watched Apu, do so at once.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 6:14 am